Fall, fall, falling.
Spin, spin, spinning.
I call for somebody, anybody,
But, there is nobody.
I reach for something, anything.
But there is nothing.
Nobody to see me fal.l.
Nobody to hear me scream.
just the darkness
just the silence
and the
deep, dark, black, abyss.
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Find a bright spot


The darkness can be gripping, if you don't get to grips with it. It's looming heavy now over everyone, as the state of humanity decays. The thing is, to find a bright spot – and linger there. Find the last glowing embers of Love, wherever they may be – and make your home there. And only come out when you have to.